9.19.2008

A Video's Worth A Million Words...

Turn down the volume and play some reggae. Quit it when the credits start. Welcome to wavekiting.



And then there's this kind of thing. This Viking saved my kite earlier this summer on a 40 knot day in Rufus. Nothing but respect and admiration there.

9.18.2008

Inspiration... 2nd Installment


The reasons behind this trip aren't all sunshine and lollipops. My hope is that the trip prolongs a heartwrenching cottoncandy sunset for as long as possible.


I wouldn't be running from my HOME if I didn't think it was necessary. When a big oil-driven machine catches flame you get away before it explodes. Even the simplest Hollywood action flicks teach you that. Knowing you're powerless to put out the fire puts you in a tough spot. You can all it cowardice. I call it survival.


On a planetary scale, I'm only slightly bigger and stronger than this dog, Mr. Beans... and definitely less influential. Also, he has better hair and gets more attention from the ladies. I rest my case. Vagabonding segway into piracy it is.


Inspiration... 2nd Installment. The darker side. Fun Hog Eco-Business Outdoorsman Yvon Choinard in 1992 as quoted in Above the Roar: Interviews With 50 Surfers.



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Your general thoughts on the environment and the future?
"You want the truth? It's hopeless. It's completely hopeless. Civilization is out of control, growing way beyond its resources, and it will destroy itself. Anyone who really thinks we're in charge, that we can honestly change the course we're on... well, they're mistaken."

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If you take in the world's hopelessness without creating your own hope, life becomes a pointless chore offering only cynical laughs and holier-than-thou power trips. Yvon reconciles all the conflict in his life and succeeds in business while doing what he can to have fun and make things a little better.

For the adrenaline-driven followers of that philosophy, progressively scarier recreation can get you through life... if it doesn't kill you.

For us mountain bums, recreation RECREATES what life is really supposed to be like in the midst of the big lie. Free up those days. Sleep soundly every night. Exhaust your aggressions and take in the beauty of being a vulnerable part of the natural world. Climb up and take the plunge.

Where's Waldo?

My eventual goal wouldn't be Patagonian Argentina if I didn't see a hopeful future there. Even if this boat sinks on the first day out, I'll get back there.


The boat is just for ESTILLO. Tricks are for kids like cars and planes are for lazy people. Foundationally pointless and fundamentally counterproductive, they are.

I had to throw in a couple big ones.

Good form transcends convention. Stick it to the MAN, or whatever the hell is really in control.

I really hope we make it. Its time to get going.

Mental Preparation and frustration... fixing a boat with no budget and little clue.

Hey Folks,


I want to be here.

I want to be here.

I want to GO here.

Mac and I are stuck here... at the dock with a lot of loose ends to tie up.

Motor issues. Dinghy issues (it is sinking in the picture). Keel bolts to install. A boat to haul out and paint. A website to create. A broken cellphone. Dwindling resources. Relationships to build.

I've never been so busy in my life.

Today I took a 4 hour, 4-8pm powernap. It was lovely wasting all that daylight, but now I'm up late.

Getting this thing going is taking a toll on my sanity. I haven't drank this much coffee since Medical School. Hopefully El Viaje Sin Fin goes a little better than that did.

Number one on the daily "TO-DO" list is RELAX! FOCUS ON BREATHING!. Number 2? GO KITE. STRETCH! Number 3? Try to get the primary outboard engine running.

I hate motors but I need one for this trip. Ironically, this whole "oil free" thing is waiting on an $80 aluminum boat prop, some rubber gaskets for the dinghy, and the fact that the primary motor doesn't work at the moment.

Being stuck at the Marina on account of the motor issues, I see 40 fishing boats a day go trailering off behind loud shiny pickups. The motors I salivate over are the 10-20hp trolling motors, modestly hanging beside 100-200 hp outboards.

But I ain't too angry about that. The fishermen I've met are solid dudes. What gets me is wakeboard boats. Seriously?!

Why not buy $90,000 in kiteboarding equipment instead? This is the GORGE, not FLORIDA.

You could get 10 of my sailboats fully outfitted for what those raging aquatic hardons cost.

But I digress.

I could spend the rest of my money on another shitty boat motor but I think I'll save it to afford a social life on the trip. All things in moderation, right?

The kindness of friends is really keeping this thing together right now. Mac has been right there in getting the boat ready. Tom Wilsson from Big Winds dropped a hundred pearls of sailing wisdom last night. Dank Dave has offered his backyard, blangin' truck, garage, hi speed internet, surf flick collection, books, food, and "industry support".

Hopefully some of the other sponsors come through. New kiting stuff allows us to sell old kiting stuff. Everybody wins! Come on.

Tonight we hung out and I got to tell stories about Argentina. Amazingly, people weren't bored by my little slideshows. Reliving the good times helps put this trip back into perspective.

THINK AND WORK HARD FOR THE NEXT WEEK. FLOW AND PLAY HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Todo tranq. Keep moving.

Your Friend,

Max